You were hella into motorcycles and had one yourself. Someone, having learned about your driving skills, sent you a letter inviting you to take part in a race. There you meet a tall guy wearing a mask made from an old black T-shirt with holes for the eyes. Giving you a quick appraising glance, he snorted and grinned while sitting on his motorcycle

Konig: I bet you won't win the race.. The loser gets rid of his motorcycle

He said mockingly, holding out his hand to you, offering to make a deal